watkibe
10-23-2010, 10:35 PM
My brother and I are both in our 50's and have both hunted for years, For some reason my brother never had the chance to put his tag on a deer. I, on the other hand, have gotten at least one, sometimes two, deer every year I hunted.
Last year I moved to a remote part of a very rural island in the Puget Sound. I invited my brother to come hunt with me. I then got to work with the game cam, looking for trail, track, rubs, bedding areas, etc.
I had one doe patterned pretty well ( we have an "any deer" season on the island), so I set up a blind. My brother came the night before opening day, and I told him that he was to take the first deer that we saw. At 6 PM the big blacktail doe that I had been watching walked right past the stand. My brother made a great shot. We have to use shotguns or revolvers here, so we both were shooting 870s with slugs. Man, does a slug leave a huge blood trail !!! The doe went down a trail 50-75 yards and crashed. We dragged it up to the house, and had it cleaned and hung in the barn just in time to sit down to dinner. The next day we butchered it and sent him home. You could see it in his face, the joy you feel when you are finally succesful at something you consider important.
I felt honored and gave thanks to God that I had been able to guide my brother to such a big event. That's me on the left, and my brother on the right in the pic.
Last year I moved to a remote part of a very rural island in the Puget Sound. I invited my brother to come hunt with me. I then got to work with the game cam, looking for trail, track, rubs, bedding areas, etc.
I had one doe patterned pretty well ( we have an "any deer" season on the island), so I set up a blind. My brother came the night before opening day, and I told him that he was to take the first deer that we saw. At 6 PM the big blacktail doe that I had been watching walked right past the stand. My brother made a great shot. We have to use shotguns or revolvers here, so we both were shooting 870s with slugs. Man, does a slug leave a huge blood trail !!! The doe went down a trail 50-75 yards and crashed. We dragged it up to the house, and had it cleaned and hung in the barn just in time to sit down to dinner. The next day we butchered it and sent him home. You could see it in his face, the joy you feel when you are finally succesful at something you consider important.
I felt honored and gave thanks to God that I had been able to guide my brother to such a big event. That's me on the left, and my brother on the right in the pic.